I'm mostly lesbian, making an exception for my long-term boyfriend who lets me pursue pussy as my heart desires. I write about things that I did, things that I'd like to do and things that I only dream of doing. Which is which is something you need to figure out for yourself.

Almost all my stories are lesbian porn, with an occasional bi-sexual story whenever I feel like sharing a girl with my boyfriend. Theres a heavy emphasis on urine play, fisting and anal sex, as these are my main kinks.

I'm dominant, but not sadistic or cruel, so there will be a lot of degradation, humiliation and abuse, but not a lot of bondage, pain or spanking. I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Finally, most of my stories feature middle-aged, "normal" women, many of which don't fit western "beauty standards" as featured in mainstream porn. I love women of all shapes, sizes and types.

You can read any story in any order. They were written to be independent of one another and self contained. Some of them revolve around a certain relationship, or a certain event, but do nonetheless not require any "previous knowledge" of what's going on.

Yeah. That stupid vibrating egg, or bullet, or what it's called - never did it for me. The vibrations just aren't strong enough and it's just whimsical. Give me a massager any time, but not something that's powered by the same battery as my remote.

Also, I tend to stay away from any toy that simulates licking. Never tried them, but I just can't imagine them being anything like the real thing.

Also: Rabbit vibrators. Or stuff that twists and turns inside. I broke three of them within just a handful of uses (ha, handful, get it?) since my pussy apparently clamps down pretty hard when I cum, and that fucks up their mechanism or something. Kinda sad, because I liked the sensation, but I don't want to spend that money on toys all the time.

Nipple clamps - never used them. I'm fine without them and kinda paranoid that something might happen to my nipples, so I decide against it.

Double ended dildos - They might have seemed like a good idea at the time, but I never got into the right "rhythm" or whatever is required with a partner. So, it was too big a hassle to get any enjoyment out of. I'd rather have individual dildos for everyone.

Bananas. They're too soft, and kinda not that easy to lubricate. Bad choice for an impromptu toy.

Pencils, or anything small like that... well, they're just too small.

Pussy pumps... ah, never used them, but they seem kinda... I guess I have a similar feeling about them as I do with nipple clamps.

Ball gag. I loathe it. I want my partners to speak to me, and not shut them up.

Handcuffs, rope, anything to do with bondage... that's a sure fire way to turn me off. It just seems kinda one-sided and contrived. I understand a lot of girls get wet thinking about them, but this girl... not so much.

So, one of my fiction story lines now features a male-to-female Trans-Woman, and I'd rather not fall victim to too many stereotypes, so instead of just portraying her as a gloryfied drag-queen, I'd be more interested in making a character that's actually credible and interesting. Right now, I'm not entirely sure about her sexual orientation and sadly I don't know enough trans-women personally to get any representative sample. Hence this poll.

The next morning, we began our descent into town. We tried to stay as far away from the roads as possible, dodging every movement, every sound, not wanting to encounter any more zombies than we had to. Rebekka stayed a few steps behind me, watching my back as I scouted the area ahead. It wasn't long until we ran into fortifications. They looked impressive and professional, something...

A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day. She was sitting on a low garden wall, by a makeshift shop she had made out of a few sticks and cardboard boxes, playing shop and selling whatever she had found in the garden earlier. The violets were pretty, and she wasn't at all sad not having sold any, as she really wanted to keep them...

For Becky. We picked up our luggage from the bike on our way out and headed towards the mountain road, following Antonia's directions. The sun was already sinking low as we were driving uphill, along a small winding road through the alps. I became nervous driving like this, because any obstacle in our way would mean the end of our journey, as there was no way of navigating around. To the...

This was inspired by a fan. For Becky. "Kayaks?" Rebekka looked incredulously across the rows of slim, narrow boat shapes that appeared before us after we broke the lock of the large door of the boat house. We had left the castle with our backpacks stuffed with snacks that we plundered from a machine downstairs, each carrying a long spear in one hand, and a firm buckler shield in...

This was inspired a fan. For Becky. "These are actually quite useful," Rebekka said as she was inspecting the lance. "Mhm. And heavy," I replied, weighing a halberd in my hand. The walls of the castle had several medieval weapons displayed, mainly swords and spears, as well as some helmets and armor. "Well, these were definitely made for less busty girls," Rebekka remarked as her eyes...

This was inspired a fan. For Becky. Everything in the Zombie apocalypse slows down to a crawl. It's been three days now, since I started out, leaving the villas I had stayed in. Three days since I've headed towards that faint flicker of light I saw in another house. Three days since I've found Becky. And in three days I've travelled down just two streets, about 500 meters, having come...

This was inspired by fans. For Becky and Kimmy. "We're... we're from the states," Kimmy stuttered shyly, trying to make conversation. After our first encounter, Rebekka and me began looking through the place she and her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, Mark had holed up, trying to find anything useful. They had chosen a small bakery and icecream-parlor as their hideout and had moved pretty much...

"So, how did you end up here?" I looked at Rebekka who was sitting on the floor, still exhausted after our first encounter. Her large breasts were hanging down heavy on her chest as she was eating some peaches out of a can, slowly and deliberately sucking them between her luscious lips as she was pondering the question. "You mean, here in this here apartment, or...?" she asked back, letting...

The good thing about the Zombie Apocalypse is that all human belongings were now up for grabs for the few that survived. And so I spent the first few weeks just breaking into abandoned villas in the rich part of town, going through the stuff of other people who were most likely dead, or otherwise unlikely to return. The first thing I really missed was electricity. The power grid would hold...

A few weeks after my first public reading, I've received an interesting email. Apparently, Novella was more invested in my stories than I thought she would be and so she contacted the host of some literary blog, or podcast she was listening to, who in turn emailed me for an interview. From what I've gathered, the podcast was mostly about "new" independent authors, and the woman who ran it...